Traveler's Requiem [Poetry]

The Words I Write

The loneliness prolongs my suffering,

It's culls me until I think,

And I feel the inspiration cut,

Bleeding out words onto the page,

Until my mind comes clear,

Whereupon I shall disappear,

Dragging the past with me,

Leaving the future open,

For words to grace my pages,

To pave the way into a new obscurity,

And to prove myself of worth,

I shall find happiness once more,

Along with graceful success,

In the words I write.